I've been really curious who it is that reads this. Whoever you are, leave me a comment, say hi. Thanks whoever is giving me +1.
It's weird to me that I can't discover who reads this, especially for such a master of the Internet as myself. You may not know this, but I am the Queen of Google Searches and Inadvertent Facebook Stalking.
I have learned things I didn't want to know. Once I learned about a lie someone told me, and it was completely by mistake. It hurt, but suddenly past actions came into sharp focus and understanding dawned on me. All this because a name in a Facebook comment thread seemed familiar and I clicked on it.
I once found a woman on LinkedIn who I met at a conference. All I could remember was her first name, last initial and the fact that her DC area company was a 4 letter acronym starting with C. I couldn't help but think how much better served I would be if I could have just committed her full name to memory rather than all these little details.
Monday, I learned of a Reddit post that an ex told me he had written about a fight we had using a throwaway account about 6 months ago. I was so consumed by curiosity that the following day I set out to find that as well. After a few attempts at different combinations of keywords -- found it. It was actually a pretty fair retelling of the argument, but I felt a little vindicated. Not only because the majority of commenters thought he was in the wrong, but because I managed to find it with no city, no band, wrong ages, perfectly anonymous unless you know us, and it didn't even take long. It wasn't some obsessive deep dive into pages and pages of search results - no this was on the first page! (Before you think I am petty, know that I only learned about this because I finally brought myself to apologize for my actions in this fight and he said "well... actually Reddit took your side so you don't need to apologize." We laughed. I gleefully. He sheepishly. Fine, I'm a little petty.)
It's frighteningly easy to find things if you know what you are looking for, and the more I realize that, the more I am tempted to look... if only because I can. Maybe I have not mastered anything. Maybe it's mastered me.
